Chapter 205

Chapter 204, Cowards die, brave men live!

Sanderson slowly opened his eyes, the unfamiliar environment around him made him a little confused.

"Xiao Qiang! Don't be confused! Go guard the back door!"

The buzzing sound in his ears was mixed with the captain's voice. Sanderson couldn't hear it clearly, but he subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Looking around, he saw the captain leaning against the wall and constantly firing back at the window.

"What the hell are you still looking at! Back door!"

Bang!

As soon as the captain finished speaking, the locked wooden back door was kicked open by the enemy, and a man with a rifle rushed in, raising his hand to shoot a burst of bullets at the captain.

Sanderson shuddered all over, subconsciously raised the muzzle of the pistol with his right hand, and pulled the trigger with his index finger before the other party.

Bang!

The man's head exploded, and the AK in his hand didn't even have time to start, and was shot to death by Sanderson.

Seeing that someone was about to rush in through the back door, Sanderson clasped his fingers, made a simple rough aim, and pushed the enemy back with a whole magazine of bullets.

"Alan! Help them upstairs!"

Seeing that Sanderson had solved the back door, the captain finally had a chance to breathe.

Throw away the empty magazine, take out a new magazine from the magazine on his chest and install it, press the empty chamber release button with your thumb, and the bolt will reset.

Taking advantage of the enemy's short-term firepower hollow, the captain put the muzzle on the window sill and began to shoot accurately in a three-point line.

In order to suppress the enemy and prevent himself from getting hurt, the captain had been using rough aiming, so he didn't hit many enemies at all.

But after getting a breather, the captain's superb shooting skills were immediately demonstrated.

Single shot, two bursts, fast and accurate rapid shooting made the enemy dare not show up easily again.

If they dared to show half of their bodies, they would immediately be fatally counterattacked by the captain.

Therefore, for a while, these guys were really pushed back by the captain alone, and they only dared to hide behind the bunker and use faith shooting, blindly shooting at the windows on the first floor.

"Captain! The doctor is gone!"

Allen shouted, and then moved the doctor's body to the corner of the house to avoid being hit by the enemy's stray bullets.

The captain didn't say anything, but gritted his teeth and continued to vent the few ammunition at the enemy who dared to show up.

"Alan! Cover me!"

Sanderson shouted, then crouched and moved towards the body at the door.

Allen, who received the order, did not delay any more. Although his experience was indeed not as good as the two experienced brothers in the team, he was not comparable to the militiamen who were picked out casually.

Without saying a word, he pulled out the pistol from his waist, suppressed his grief, took a steady breath, and aimed at the back door through the bunker.

Sanderson didn't even look back. He believed that his teammates would set up the gun line for him at this time, and he followed the gunfire of the captain at the front door and moved towards the door.

During this period, some people wanted to show up, but they were suppressed by Allen. His Glock pistol didn't have much spare bullets, but the 20 rounds of Parabellum pistol bullets in the magazine were enough to provide Sanderson with a short-term cover.

Sanderson crouched down and walked through, while removing the empty magazine with one hand.

At the same time, his left hand pulled out the spare magazine from his waist, and stuffed the new magazine into the magazine well at the moment the empty magazine left the pistol.

The right thumb followed closely and pressed the empty chamber release button, the bolt reset, and the loading was completed.

"Reload!"

At the same time, Allen just finished a magazine, and Sanderson, who moved to the door, immediately raised his gun to take over Allen's hold on the door.

The whole process was slow and fast, and all the cooperation was completed without any extra communication, and the enemy had no chance to rush into the room.

"Alan, go help the captain, I'll cover Xiaoqiang!"

Just as the two were about to continue suppressing the back door, the voice of sniper Sweep came from behind them.

He was leaning against the corner with a wounded thigh, holding a P30L steadily in his hand, with the muzzle facing the back door.

It turned out that he had woken up just when the captain called Alan to send him to the second floor.

His keen battlefield awareness made him make a decision immediately. He couldn't help suppress the front door, but he could help the back door. He could also do the basic thing of alternating cover perfectly!

Sanderson looked back and exchanged a glance with Sweep, and they saw trust and anger in each other's eyes.

After making a silent decision, Sanderson refocused his attention on the back door.

Alan didn't refuse, but he didn't have many bullets, so he might not be able to support the captain for too long.

Looking around at everyone, except for the dead doctor who had two spare magazines and a pistol on him, everyone's main weapons were all lost on the Hummer.

If Allen guessed correctly, those good things would have been blown into a pile of scrap metal.

However, just when he was at a loss, he suddenly noticed that the body that Sanderson had just shot dead at the door was holding an AK in his hand!

"Xiao Qiang!"

Allen called Sanderson, and then used his eyes to signal him to look at the body on the ground.

Sanderson understood what he meant. The reason why he rushed to the door just now was to seize the weapon of the enemy's body.

Nodding, Sanderson signaled Allen and Sweep to take over, and then slowly squatted and reached out to the man's body.

Since Sanderson had just shot the man in the head, the man's body was lying at the door in a backward position driven by inertia.

Unfortunately, his upper body was lying outside the door, and only his two thighs were inside the door. Sanderson could not pick up the opponent's weapon immediately, so he had to drag the body in.

Giving a look to the two people behind him, Sanderson suddenly grabbed the thigh of the body and dragged it into the house.

At the same time, Allen's pistol trigger was linked, not allowing the enemy to pick up the AK first.

Da Da Da!

Perhaps it was the muscle chain caused by dragging the body, the body actually pulled the trigger, and bullets continued to spit out of the house one after another, scaring the enemy outside the door.

However, the abnormal movement of the body also reminded the enemy, and someone who was assigned to attack the back door immediately realized the problem and shouted to his teammates.

"They are running out of bullets! Charge! Catch them alive! The boss who catches them alive will be rewarded!"

The enemy, who understood what was going on, quickly raised his gun and shot at the position of the corpse, but it was too late to stop it.

After the corpse entered the room, the AK that had accidentally fired subsided, and the owner who used it also changed.

"You bastards, it's my turn to fight back now!"

Sanderson growled, took the spare magazine from the corpse, replaced the 5.56mm caliber rifle universal magazine on his own magazine, and threw them all to the captain guarding the main gate.

"Alan! Take Sweep to the second floor, bandage him for treatment, and help me clean up the guys at the door!"

Sanderson has never been a coward who is willing to be beaten. He wants to counterattack, and take the lead in counterattacking before the enemy launches a large-scale attack!